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CC is Back and Unstoppable!

Dearest CC fans, Much like Robert Patrick in Terminator 2, you can’t stop us here at Cease, Cows. You can tell us we have a thesis, plus a paper, plus a presentation due soon so we can graduate and not waste 40k, but we give no fucks. Zero. We’re fuckless…or…something. What we’re saying is: We’re reopening…

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Final Girl by Richard Scott Larson

This is the part where she should start running, like the last girl alive in a horror movie. But she knows that no matter how fast she goes, the wrong person will always find her. This one isn’t necessarily unattractive, and he didn’t show up late, start the date with some lame joke, or kill…

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Cochise by Matthew Guerruckey

The throng of tourists and locals, cops and pimps, saints and murderers moved through Times Square as an interconnected force, rushing past the frail old man sweating in his giant winter coat. The man’s name was Edgar, but that hadn’t mattered for decades. The taut skin on his sunburned face shone like scales. He held…

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Knots by Gwen Beatty

We would drive until we hit dead ends. The point was to get lost, really, but we could never shake the city lights in our rearview. When Davey dropped out of college he told everyone he was training to be a professional wrestler because he didn’t want to admit he’d turned to relentless day drinking,…

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Party with Artists by Leonard Kress

Several men check their Blackberries for scores—Ohio State and whoever—so they fail to notice the girl who’s less than half their age, as she lowers herself to the couch and falls asleep. One of her arms dangles and her fingers splay over the edge and grasp at the carpet. If the dog chained outside the…

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Unaging Photos by Nathaniel Tower

I used to photograph girls back in the 80s when it was still about novelty and vanity. My studio was a shaded bench hugging the lesser-traveled trail of an oft-visited park. There my old Hasselblad captured girls who were beautiful in their own ways. They had kinks in their backs and lopsided noses. Bodies strewn…

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Soricidae amoris by Gabino Iglesias

Bertha’s beady eyes were burning a hole in my confidence. Loving her until the end of time, or at least until dinner, was my greatest desire. Sadly, she seemed unimpressed with my declaration of love. When I promised to be eternally faithful, she snatched my bologna sandwich from my hand and swallowed it whole. Foolishly…

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Powers and Principalities by Matthew Guerruckey

The day room was chaos. Big John’s argument with Stevie over a misplayed hand of Spades had escalated from insults to fists, and now Big John found himself face down on the floor, trashing and kicking as the head nurse prepared a needle filled with sleep. The commotion had sent poor old Etheline into a…